England, oh beloved England.
The smell of the sea, the sound of seagulls and ball on wood as it
races away. The sun shining as people eat their fish and chips on
the beach. Yes the delights of a trip to the seaside as experienced
when we went to Scarbrough with a group from Sheffield.
Unfortunately I was driving but Lizzie managed to bribe and bully
her way into another car, so there was only four of us as we set
off armed only with wine gums and minstrals and crowded house
booming out of the stereo.
Nothing of any interest happened on the journey.
Having said that we did pass two inportant landmarks, the McCain
stadium home of scarbrough f.c. and the hill under which the Iron
man is buried.
Once we had arrived the people from Sheffield were very
dissappointed that Vicky had not come but soon overcame that by
getting to know everyone else.
After boozing our way round scarbrough Ruth decided she needed to
display her gymnastic prowess on the pommell horse which was fine
till she fell off although for some reason she did not notice that
she was hurt till the morning. A world record was also set for
balancing chairs on top of each other until they fall on your head.
A lazy weekend of exporing castles and playing cricket on the sand followed
with fair amounts of alcohol helping us out on the way. The group split on
Saturday evening, some people going off clubbing, others hit the local Indian
restaurant and stuffed themselves silly. Sunday involved avoiding a boat trip
as it was a tad windy and having a pool competition, which was so much fun that
no one can remember who won!!
All in all a fun weekend was had by all, especially those who pulled!!!
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